What are cops to do when they find an entire city wiped out?
Bodies piling the street, no killers or clues present, nothing to go off of.
"I would suggest leaving it alone." Neil, the officer whose seen too much, says.
"Let it die, let it burn!"
How is one to keep his sanity when witnessing divine punishment and being exposed to worlds beyond what they can see?
(This is a short story I did in my weekly short story challenge i've been getting myself to do, feel free to critique it however you please, i'd very much appreciate the feedback, thank you!)
Art belongs to Gustave Doré